Date: Thu, 15 Jul 2010 19:29:50 -0500
From: Kaylen Sty
Subject: Dark side 3: Obsessed
This story is not true. It is a little twisted, gay-themed, and a total
figment of my imagination. Thank you for all your comments. They help
make me a better writer. When I was younger, I used to bust so many nuts
reading these stories. Let me know if you bust one out or if there was
something missing that would have sent you over the edge. Some of you
asked me to put stronger content warnings on my stories, especially if they
involve someone getting murdered. This is not one of those stories,
everyone lives.
Copyright 2010. All rights reserved by the author. This work may not be
reproduced, except for personal use, without permission of the author. But
if you email me, I will probably let you use it. Reproduction for any
other use is prohibited.
This story is complete bullshit and any similarities are completely
coincidental.
I grew up in a small farm town in the Midwest. When I came out my
sophomore year of high school to my ultra liberal parents they were
completely supportive of me. I even had a boyfriend in high school. We
dated for 18 months and I loved him very much. I was totally into him and
he was everything I wanted. Since we could not get each other pregnant, my
parents let us fuck in my bedroom whenever we wanted. Their only rule was
we had to be safe at all times. I was devastated when he told me he wanted
to fuck other guys on the side. Not trying to be judgmental, but I felt
deserved someone who only wanted to be with me, so I wished him the best
and moved on. High school sports allowed me lots of opportunities to see
naked guys in the gym. It also helped me develop an athletic build. I was
convinced there was someone out there who only wanted me!
My freshman year of college was both great and a total letdown. I made
great grades and had a dorm room all to myself. The gym was A+ and I
worked out six times a week. I also made great friends with a drag queen
and another guy from the science lab, but did not find any guy I was into.
What am I looking for? Here is what gets my nuts off: guys who are
athletic; muscular; smart; great personality; fun to be around; willing to
commit to me only; and they have to be versatile. I like to take it in the
ass and then slide it in his back door during a flip flop.
I was certain I would find my man almost immediately after stepping foot on
campus, but no luck. I would spend hours at the gym working out, get my
hair styled, and find just the right clothes for every gay event. Still
every night was spent alone in my bed. There were offers, but I was not
going to get with someone I was not into just to get my dick sucked.
Several gay guys accused me of being stuck up, but it seemed they were
always the ones who jumped from boyfriend to boyfriend week after week. My
sophomore year was no better. There was no one guy I found that really did
it for me.
In October I was asked by a professor if I would be interested in
"performing" in fund raiser for a local charity. I needed an A from him I
agreed. Basically, a lot of fit women and men go on a stage in the college
sports arena wearing swim suits while students stuck money where they
could. There was an admission fee and for extra money, you could take in
your camera. All the money stuffed in our suits went to charity.
The best part of the event was the changing room. Basically, twenty fit,
buff guys were herded into a big room where they all got bare-assed while
changing. I got to see a lot of eye candy and luckily did not pop a bone.
Four of them just got naked and stayed that way for a few minutes while
they talked with friends. One had a great ass that I beat my meat to
thinking about later on that night. Most of the guys were wearing swim
trunks, but three of us wore Speedos. Hey, I have two huge balls and a
nice sized dick soft and hard. I enjoy stuffing them into a pair of tight
Speedos and let 'em stretch the fabric. That tends to get some stares.
"You are wearing that?" one guy said in disbelief.
That night was a lot of fun. The guys were on one stage and the girls in
bikinis were on another. Once the students started coming in, they would
slip a dollars in the person's suit on stage. The girls would always slide
money in the side of my suit, but the gays, they always went for the front
or back getting a real good feel. I saw some people from my floor, but
only the girls gave me money. But no one got me better than my professor.
I had just emptied the money out of my suit when we asked me come off the
stage and introduced me to his partner.
"Do you mind guy's touching you?" he yelled over the music.
"No! I enjoy the attention!" I yelled back.
"Good." He said and with that he yanked the front of my suit towards him
basically exposing my cock and balls. Putting a $50 bill in his hand, he
wrapped his fingers around my dick and started to stroke me for a good 15
seconds.
"You are going to get me hard." I smiled.
Letting my suit snap back, he yelled. "I better stop before some staff
member reports me." As soon as he said it, his partner pulled my suit in
the back and stuffed another $50 bill down the crack of my ass. He tried to
stick his finger up my asshole and would have made it there too, but one of
the event moderators told me to get back on stage.
The straight guys had that deer in the headlight look every time a gay guy
came up to them. They would stand there like a statue with a forced smile
as they got felt up. I on the other hand, got off on getting felt up by
the boys. Two hours of this and the event was over. We raised over
$18,000 and I was treated one last time to the guys in their birthday
suits.
My professor gave me an A+ for the semester. A month later, he later
grabbed my ass in an elevator and gave it a good squeeze, but I did not
care. I actually liked him as a person and he knew how far he could take
it. I continued to work out, study, and hunt for dick as the school year
went on. The first two went well. In early April, my professor told me a
friend of his owned a local company and had a paid intern quit at the last
minute. He wondered if I would be interested in taking the job. Of course
I jumped on it, but I had to find a place to stay now.
This was weird at the time, but I told a few people on my floor about
needing to stay here for the summer and an hour later, a guy from another
floor named Gary came to my door telling me he heard I was staying and
wanted to know if I needed a place to crash. He has a sublet setup for
$200 plus 1/2 utilities; he just needed another roommate. Gary was
athletic and muscular; hell he was HOT! We had lunch and talked about it;
getting to know each other better. It turns out we had a lot in common,
both growing up about 30 miles from each other, both studied engineering,
and loving to play sports. As far as sex talk, Gary told me he was still a
virgin and was not dating "anyone." I told him I was not dating "anyone"
either. He also told me he was big into photography.
The apartment was pretty nice. It had a pool that my bedroom window
overlooked. The first weekend there, I put on the skimpiest swim suits I
could find and went to lay out under the sun. Gary did not want to join
me. Only women were talking to me, so I got up and left after a half hour.
I walked in the apartment and climbed the stairs to my room. The bathroom
is at the top and then on the side is Gary's bedroom and then my bedroom.
Gary had his door open. I looked in and was a little surprised to see him
standing at his dresser wearing only a jock strap. He had big pecs, a
bubble butt, and a well endowed pouch. His six pack was covered by a nice
amount of hair. Best of all, his dick head was poking out just a little
above the top front band. His dick was big. I think he asked me if he
could borrow a pair of my running shorts. When he repeated himself, I came
back to reality. I told them they were in my room. I was more stunned
when he walked into my room and put them on right there while I watched.
While he was out on a run, I rubbed out two loads. It was at that time
that it hit me that Gary could be the guy I had been waiting for.
The next day, Gary knocked on my door at 6:30 in the morning. I mumbled
for him to come in, but he just knocked again. I got out of the bed
wearing just some black boxer briefs with my morning wood tenting out the
front. I opened the door and he asked if he could borrow another pair of
shorts for a run. I caught him glancing down at my crotch when he thought
I was not looking. I had my back to him as I got the shorts. When I
turned around, I was surprised to find him less than a foot away from me.
It was at that time I noticed he was only wearing a tshirt and jock. "You
wear that to bed? Isn't that a little constricting?" he asked.
"What do you wear to bed?" I asked.
"Nothing. I sleep in the buff. You should try it." I tossed him the
shorts and just crawled back in bed. He put the shorts on in front of me,
but I was too tired to jack off; no matter how hot he looked. Gary just
left the room to let me sleep.
The next Monday when he was at his morning class, I was more awake and
jumped on Gary's PC in his room. I did not have to be at work until noon.
The first thing I noticed was a picture on his desktop of a guy, sitting
down with his back to the camera, wearing a speedo. "I guess he is gay." I
thought. Then, I noticed there were lots of dollars coming out of the side
of this guys shorts and my professor was standing right next to him. That
was went it hit me. The guy on his computer desktop wallpaper was me at
the charity event. My mind raced as I started looking at his pictures.
There were a lot of family pictures, but there was also a folder with my
name on it. There were over 1200 pictures of me going back to the
beginning of my freshman year. There were tons of shirtless pictures of me
tossing around a football in the courtyard. There were also lots of pics
of me at the pool in my Speedo. Some pictures were me going to class.
There were also some pictures of me taking a nap during the day when I left
the door open. There were no other pictures of men on his PC. Going thru
his dresser, I noticed he also had taken several pair of my underwear.
They were all crusty.
Seeing the pictures of myself, knowing Gary was this into me, got me rock
hard. I had found my man; someone who was not going to dump me for anyone
else. Now it was time to close the deal. It was 10:45. Gary would be home
soon from class and go for his afternoon run. I put on a pair of brief two
sizes too small and yanked them down in the back so 1/3 of my ass crack was
exposed and pulled the front top part of my pubes were exposed. I was in
the kitchen when he came in the door. I pretended to be half asleep as he
came in and struck up a conversation about his class. At one point, I bent
over to pick up a fork pointing my ass right at him. Another time, I
adjusted my cock and balls while he watched. We talked for a good 20
minutes and he was not even hiding the fact he was checking me out. But,
rather abruptly, he said he had to go for a run. A few minutes later and
he was out the door.
"I need to get to the bottom of this. " I thought. I called work and lied
that the hose on the clothes washer busted and had been spewing out water
for a good while and asked for two hour off promising to make it up later
in the week. My boss was cool about it. About 12:15 Gary came home while
I hid in my room under my bed still wearing only my underwear. Gary walked
right into my room and grabbed a pair of my underwear from my laundry
basket then went to his room and fired up his PC. Five minutes later, I
crawled out from under the bed walked to Gary's door. He was sitting in a
chair naked, stroking his stiff prick, sniffing my underwear, and flipping
thru pictures of me.
I watched him for a minute before he noticed me. All he could say was "OH
SHIT!!" with a shocked look on his face. He started to get up trying to
reach for his shorts. I walked right up to him, put my hands on his
shoulders, and forced him back down on the chair. Reaching around for his
dick, I told him to spread his legs. He let out a quick gasp and a look of
disbelief, but complied. I knelt down beside him and started to whisper in
his ear while I played with his dick.
"Keep changing the pictures." I said. He grabbed the mouse and started
clicking.
"I like your dick. I like playing with it. You are so hot." I whispered.
Gary did not know how to respond. I grabbed my underwear and rubbed this
against his nose while I licked his nipple. "I have to go to work soon.
Why don't you put on that jock strap you were wearing the other day and
bring your camera to my room tonight? I will put on a pair of nice
underwear. We can take some more pictures for your computer." I whispered
in his ear while continuing to jack him off while he looked on at the
changing pictures.
"Would you wear the Speedos you wore to the charity event?" he asked.
"Sure I will. As long as you promise to take them off me later." I smiled.
"Why do you want me to wear a jock?" he asked.
"I would like to stick my tongue up your ass while you wear it. I would
also like some pictures for my computer too. I think it would be a great
shot of our cocks in a sword fight. If we can get a one of your camera
stands, maybe we can get a picture of you and me in a hot 69, or seeing how
far you can stick your dick up my ass.
As soon as I said that, Gary blew his load everywhere.
When I got home, I found Gary had converted my room into a mini studio.
That night, we had a hot flip flop between sheets and we photographed the
entire thing. We take naked pictures of each other all the time. We have
even had some friends film us having sex. Gary is my perfect partner and
he wants only me. But sometimes, he can be a little possessive.